Quotes About Time

A seven-year-old girl can take only so many walks with her grandfather.

And all goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, / and to die is different from that anyone supposed, and luckier.

Out past the weekly glimpsed windows, out past the street, lived the world, which had, Old Mrs. Karafilis knew, been dying for years.

We found each other for so long before we lost each other.

Next to it were five potted photographs of the Lisbon girls, pinned with rusty tacks. We didn't remember putting them up, but there they were, dim from time and weather so that all we could make out were phosphorescent outlines of the girls' bodies, each a different glowing letter of an unknown alphabet.

She wasn't so special, maybe. She was his ideal, but an early conception of it, and he would get over it in time.

asked to translate different bits

I hadn't gotten old enough to realize that living sends a person not into the future but back into the past, to childhood and before birth, finally, to commune with the dead.

Or in my grandparents's case, the circling worked like this: as they paced around the deck the first time, Lefty and Desdemona were still brother and sister. The second time, the were bride and bridegroom. And the third, they were husband and wife.

The moments that led up to me fell into place as though decreed. Which, I guess, is why I think about them so much.

When you're five, you've only been alive a couple thousand days. But by the time you're fifty, you've lived around twenty thousand days. So a day when you're five seems longer because it's a greater percentage of the whole.

Little by little he'd change; he'd get older; everything he felt now would fade into memory and then into nothing.

I hadn't gotten old enough yet to realize that living sends a person not into the future but back into the past, to childhood and before birth, finally, to commune with the dead.

Ölüm, kendini giderek yaÅŸlanan aile bireyleriyle ima eder.

Én vagyok a pont egy összetett mondat végén, amely mondat hosszú-hosszú évekkel ezelÅ'tt, egy másik nyelven kezdÅ'dött, és amelyet az elejétÅ'l kell olvasni, hogy érteni lehessen a végét – azt, amikor megérkeztem én.

After the first roll of her eyes the Object resettled her gaze on mine, and then what she was feeling showed only there, in the green depths her eyes revealed. Otherwise she was motionless. Only my hand moved, and my feet on the rail, pushing the swing. This went on for three minutes, or five, or fifteen. I have no idea. Time disappeared. Somehow we were still not quite conscious of what we were doing. Sensation dissolved straight into forgetting.

I hadn't gotten old enough yet to realize that living sends a person not into the future but back into the past, to childhood and before birth, finally, to commune with the dead. You get older, you puff on the stairs, you enter the body of your father. From there it's only a quick jump to your grandparents, and then before you know it you're time-traveling. In this life we grow backwards.

Every second is eternal

Two facts related by time and place and not necessarily related by cause and effect.

My mother's advice was, don't lose time on useless emotions like anger, resentment, remorse, envy. Those, she said, will just sap time; they don't get you where you want to be.

VT programs had changed a lot in the eight years that Pal Sexton had been lost in another dimension.

What's funny is the act of cleaning out my desk takes an hour, yet I've been dreading it for so many damn years. How much time have I wasted in fretting about organizing this instead of actually organizing? I kind of don't want to know.

At my age, I feel like I'm halfway to the finish line and life's too short to do what I'm sure to hate.

The paradox of living in the safest possible time is that those who suffer from anxiety aren't hardwired to take the win; we panic when things go too well.